This is a song about "Marketing artwork"

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

And different view of the world that surpassed, paradise.

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Higher power where these verses from

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My life is like a movie

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Just woke up inspiring motivation soenthing like visualization

To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion